The Fourth Annual Writer Games: Canon

District Ten Male - Kyrien Moldesang

Name: Kyrien Moldesang

Age: 16

District: 10

Sex: Male

Physical Appearance: Kyrien's average. In terms of looks, there's nothing about him that stands out to others. His long, dark brown hair hangs over his forehead and occasionally his dark green eyes, made untamed with the many times he rakes his hands through it. His skin is slightly tanned from the many hours he spent outdoors. His hands are flexible but firm, calloused even. His limbs ripple with muscle hidden beneath jackets and a somewhat hunched figure. He's not particularly tall, either; with a height of 5'7", he could easily be concealed in a group of other people his age. With fists jammed in pockets and jaw clenched tight, he could just pass as "someone in the crowd".

Personality: Kyrien's quiet. It's all anyone who simply looks at him on the surface would say. He would never voluntarily talk to anyone unless it was important, and he would never voluntarily disobey anyone unless the situation became far too dire. He's actually very observant, however, and clever too; it's a wonder how he could pick up new skills so quickly. Ask him to help you, however, and he may very likely turn you down; it's hard to gain his trust, even more so after the tragedy in the 49th Hunger Games.

Background: The obnoxious observer would state the obvious, that Kyrien grew up in District 10 for sixteen years. What they wouldn't know is how he grew up with a mother, a father, and a twin, Kai.

They were a close-knit family, bonds tied by love and happiness. Both Kyrien and Kai would always be helping their father in the morning with the farm when they were still young, and then they would attend school like the other children. Kyrien's life was, so to say, uneventful—until Kai was reaped for the Games two years ago, the year before the second Quarter Quell.

Following his twin brother's demise at the hands of a Career Tribute, Kyrien's shell had hardened considerably. Every step he took now was cautious, his movements slow. His grief caused his bonds with his family to grow stronger, however—they relied on him more and more with time, to do all the chores while they mourned for Kai. Kyrien found no reason to argue or refuse, especially when they implored him not to take tesserae. The loss of a child was already hard on the entire family, and the thought of losing their only other child was unthinkable.

Reaped or Volunteered? Volunteered. As much as Kyrien didn't wish to, he knew he had to take the place of a little boy who was about to be separated from his twin for the first—and only—time. He might as well take it as an opportunity to either fight for his lost brother, or die knowing he would see him again.

Weapon of Choice: Kyrien's very skilled with ropes. Ask him to tie a lasso, and he'd be able to secure one in ten seconds flat. He's also good at setting up snares, and he can work well with machetes and sickles.

Token: He would never show it in public, but he'd wear a black cord with a painted bluebird fashioned out of clay hanging round his neck—a symbol of what he once was before the Capitol took his brother away.

Other: Nothing more to note. After all, Kyrien's just average.